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Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Darkness Falls On Tour: guest post & giveaway

We are today's stop on the Darkness Falls On Tour hosted by Kismet Book Tours. Author Krystal Wade has a guest post on music and there's a giveaway. Welcome.

Wilde's Meadow (Darkness Falls, Book #3) by Krystal Wade

Fantasy*Paperback, 225 pages

Published November 5th 2012 by Curiosity Quills Press

Happy endings are hard to find, and even though Katriona is in the middle of a war with someone who’s already stolen more than she can replace, she aches for a positive future with her Draíochtans.

Armed with hope, confidence in her abilities, and a strange new gift from her mother, Kate ventures into the Darkness to defeat a fallen god.

Losses add up, and new obstacles rise to stand in the way. Is the one determined to bring Encardia light strong enough to keep fighting, or will all the sacrifices to stop those who seek domination be for nothing?

Wilde's Meadow Playlist

Wow. I discovered fantastic new songs while writing Wilde's Meadow. This book took me the longest amount of time to draft and the least amount of time to revise. During the six months of writing-when-I-could, I discovered a band called Great Northern.

If you haven't heard of them, I urge you to look them up.

And I also urge you to listen to their song Numbers (wait until the drums pick up) while reading the teaser below!

He abandons my wrists and clamps his hands on my shoulders, turning me around to face a scene I can do nothing but watch.Perth, Arland, Flanna, and Brit are trapped in the center of thousands of daemons. Our allies are stuck on the outside, fighting desperately to get to my family.Humu swings his whip above his head, then directs its impact outward. The brown, leather strap hits a hound with a crack, slowing the daemon down but not stopping him. The creature lunges at Perth but lands just shy of taking a bite out of his ankle. Arland drives his sword into the beast, yanks out the bloody iron, then spins around on his heel, slicing the head off a coscartha. The daemon's dead, hollow eyes stare at me. Blood covers the sleeve of Brit's left arm, but I can't tell if it's hers or another creature's. Flanna stands with her back to my sister, eyes flitting in all directions, breathing heavily, then releases an arrow into a tairb.We need to use magic, and we need to use it fast."Look at them, Katriona." Dughbal's hot breath burns my ear. "They will all die because of you."

There's also a scene after this, really sad, that I used another Great Northern song (Summertime) to write. I'm not going to share that though. Yes, I'm a tease.

Krystal Wade can be found in the sluglines outside Washington D.C. every morning, Monday through Friday. With coffee in hand, iPod plugged in, and strangers–who sometimes snore, smell, or have incredibly bad gas–sitting next to her, she zones out and thinks of fantastical worlds for you and me to read. How else can she cope with a fifty mile commute?